Montery Jack was standing at the edge of the bushes, leaning against a tree with his arms crossed and a bored look in his eye. John’s jaw dropped. How did someone the size of Jack sneak around a forest so silently he could surprise trained soldiers like Wesley?

"Aye, the boat, that’s where we be heading," Scottish Mel said, recovering from his jolt.

"Right, Scooter?" Jack growled threateningly. Or was it his normal voice? John couldn’t tell the difference.

"Umm, OK?"

Episode 2